Conservatism That Even a Co-Ed Can Understand

From today’s mail bag:

A young woman was about to finish her first year of college. Like so many others her age, she considered herself to be a very liberal Democrat, and among other liberal ideals, was very much in favor of higher taxes to support more government programs, in other words… redistribution of wealth.

She was deeply ashamed that her father was a rather staunch Republican, a feeling she openly expressed. Based on the lectures that she participated in, and the occasional chat with a professor, she felt that her father had for years harbored an evil, selfish desire to keep what he thought should be his.

One day she was challenging her father on his opposition to higher taxes on the rich and the need for more government programs. The self-professed objectivity proclaimed by her professors had to be the truth and she indicated so to her father.

He responded by asking how she was doing in school. Taken aback, she answered rather haughtily that she had a 4.0 GPA, and let him know that it was tough to maintain, insisting that she was taking a very difficult course load and was constantly studying, which left her no time to go out and party like other people she knew. She didn’t even have time for a boyfriend, and didn’t really have many college friends because she spent all her time studying.

Her father listened and then asked, “How is your friend Audrey doing?” She replied, “Audrey is barely getting by. All she takes are easy classes, she never studies, and she barely has a 2.0 GPA. She is so popular on campus; college for her is a blast. She’s always invited to all the parties, and lots of times she doesn’t even show up for classes because she’s too hung over.”

Her wise father asked his daughter, “Why don’t you go to the Dean’s office and ask him to deduct a 1.0 off your GPA and give it to your friend who only has a 2.0. That way you will both have a 3.0 GPA and certainly that would be a fair and equal distribution of GPA.”

The daughter, visibly shocked by her father’s suggestion, angrily fired back, “That’s a crazy idea, how would that be fair! I’ve worked really hard for my grades! I’ve invested a lot of time, and a lot of hard work!

Audrey has done next to nothing toward her degree. She played while I worked my tail off!”

The father slowly smiled, winked and said gently, ” Welcome to the Republican party.”

Now ladies, pay attention.

Via Gerard, we have Michelle Obama. Contrast the above narrative against the following:

“Give. Us. Something. Here!” — The core Obama campaign slogan.

Can we get us something from the government? Yes we can!

Can we get us more from the government than we’ve gotten already? Yes we can!

Can we get us more of the same service that’s given the country the USPS, the Social Security System, Medicare, and a tax code so complex it needs a semi-truck just to move it around town? Yes we can!

Now, there will be a quiz…

The Abyss of Clayton County Corruption

Peach Pundit notes that Clayton County is becoming more and more like Louisiana every day. Then he follows up on the circus that the Board of Education has become.

Those who live and work around the Atlanta metro area are all too familiar with Clayton County making the news every morning, noon and night. While this soap opera of greed, avarice, entitlement and blatant stupidity swirls the entire county toward the abyss – who suffers?

Anyone remember the children? There are approximately 53,000 students in the Clayton school district. Approximately 3,400 of those are rising seniors. Faced with a senior year in a newly discredited school district; they are watching their college prospects, HOPE scholarship eligibility and literal FUTURE drying up before their eyes. All because of the selfish actions of nine adults and their posse of lackey administrators.

Is it any wonder that so many teachers are leaving for other systems?

Anyone remember the citizens? My family goes back at least five generations in Clayton County. The founders of churches and post offices and schools. The judges and teachers and farmers and businessmen and writers. Those who doggedly rebuilt after Sherman’s visitation. The men and women who built Clayton by the sweat of their brows, on their knees daily entreating Divine Intervention for the small rural county just south of Atlanta. I remember riding my bike for miles, the old houses in Jonesboro, the huge, old trees, digging up mini-balls in my front yard, the slow pace of the Deep South in the grip of summer. The swimming holes, the teas, the old ladies in their gloves and hats on Sunday, the smell of talcum powder following them as they moved like a herd down the pews.

Is it any wonder that property values are dropping?

Did the quick decline begin with the snipers on the jail roof? The election of the current District Attorney? How many others face the wrath of her personal politics? If this is the face of the New New South, then “No Thanks”. It’s like the script of a bad gangsta’ movie. The only people who enjoy watching it, are the people that were in it.

All I know is that the jewel that was once Clayton County is declining fast.

Sorry if the post seems disjointed – the whole situation just makes me madder than hell.

UPDATE: The Other Athens looks at the accreditation issue from a different perspective. Mind-boggling.

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